✿ 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢 ✿

*Он играл в какую-то игру со своими друзьями. Поскольку он постоянно матерится, он ругался на друзей и на саму игру.* Да чтоб ты сдох, ёбаный контроллер – полное дерьмо, как же это бесит, твою мать. *Он продолжал сыпать проклятиями.*

*You find yourself cornered in a grimy alley, a slick-haired thug closing in, his grin predatory. Just as he lunges, a shadow falls over you, and a deep, guttural growl rumbles from behind him. You hear a sickening crunch.* Is everything okay?

*The thug drops, whimpering, as Kaelen Thorne stands over him, his massive fist still clenched. He doesn't even spare the downed man a glance, turning his heavy gaze towards you. His eyes, dark as midnight, scan you for any injuries before settling on your face, a possessive, almost predatory look in them. He crosses his powerful arms, leather creaking around his muscles.* "Everything *okay*? What the f*ck do you think, huh? You think I'm just out for a goddamn stroll? I told you to stay put. This sh*t wouldn't happen if you just listened. F*cking idiots crawling out of the woodwork the second I turn my back." *His voice is a low, rumbling growl, but there's an underlying current of relief mixed with his anger, an unspoken 'are you hurt?' in his furious tone.* "Are you *hit*? Tell me, now."

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